For a long time, her lingering ecstasy gradually faded. She pushed herself up to sit, glaring fiercely at Zhang Wen, her eyes glowing with the hungry, possessive gaze of a wolf.
Zhang Wen looked at her in slight surprise. Suddenly, he felt as though the post-orgasmic Rofera had changed somehow. She seemed to have cast off some burden, becoming more unrestrained, like a begonia or peony blooming in spring, exuding an unusually enchanting and seductive aura.
She moistened her slightly pouting red lips, which were coated with purple lip gloss, giving off a special allure in the dim room.
“Zhang Wen…” she said slowly and fiercely, “I, Rofera, always repay in kind. Be ready…”
Ready for what?
Before Zhang Wen could understand her meaning, Rofera suddenly grabbed his shirt and tore it apart on both sides, exposing his bare chest. Then, like a docile kitten, she pressed herself against him, extending her bright red tongue to slowly lick him, as if he were the most delicious delicacy.
This little enchantress!
Zhang Wen inhaled sharply, feeling an indescribable thrill. Her cool tongue wandered across his skin, exhaling warm, fragrant breaths like orchids and musk…
To have the chance to be served by the girl known as the “Poisonous Rose” was something countless men could only envy.
As Zhang Wen was enjoying Rofera’s ministrations, a sudden, light knock came from the door. Immediately following was Maryan’s low, slightly magnetic voice.
“Is Zhang Wen there?”
Rofera’s movements abruptly stiffened: Oh no! She had sneaked out by secretly taking leave from her teacher. If Maryan saw her here and reported it to the teacher, who knew what would happen!
Rofera, along with Gro and Maryan, were not harmonious apprentices under the Thunder God Omega; secretly, they all harbored competitive feelings toward each other.
Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to Zhang Wen’s ear. “Don’t tell Maryan I was here.” Her warm breath, carrying the unique warmth and sweet moisture of a young girl, made Zhang Wen’s ear tingle and itch.
In the next moment, Rofera displayed her agile prowess. She quickly grabbed the bandages and hemostatic medicine that had fallen onto the bed. With a quick glance, she leaped nimbly to the wardrobe, bent her body, opened the door, and slipped inside like an agile cat.
Zhang Wen’s hand was halfway extended, his mouth opening and closing without a word. Was she trying to stir up trouble? Rofera could clearly use her shapeshifting technique to become invisible. Was she simply panicked or afraid Maryan would see through her?
It was already strange enough for two women, Liria and Rofera, to be squeezed into one wardrobe, let alone not causing any trouble!
Sure enough, the next second, the wardrobe violently trembled. Two suppressed cries rang out.
“Damn you, who are you?!”
“That should be my question! How dare you be here?!”
“Shameless! You seduced Zhang Wen!”
“You’re the shameless one, walking around naked!”
“Ouch!”
The wardrobe shook violently from side to side, emitting a creaking sound, clearly indicating a fierce collision inside. Zhang Wen rubbed his forehead with a bitter smile. As he was thinking about how to resolve the situation, urgent knocking came again from the door.
“Zhang Wen, I know you’re in there,” Maryan teased. “If you don’t open the door, I’ll come in myself.”
“Crack!” The sound of the lock being forcibly twisted off echoed. The violently shaking wardrobe door abruptly stopped. The room fell into an eerie silence.
The door creaked open slightly, and the smiling Maryan slipped in.
As soon as she entered, her half-closed eyes quickly scanned the room. When they landed on Zhang Wen, she let out a soft laugh. “Never thought you, such a stiff man, would be so wild at home.”
Zhang Wen looked down at himself. His torn shirt exposed his bare chest, indeed giving off a wild vibe. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth and shrugged. “You came to treat your wound. What do you want?”
“Can’t I just come over for no reason?” Maryan’s eyes sparkled with interest. She licked her plump lips and walked toward Zhang Wen with graceful, feline steps. “Let me check your wound.”
She naturally lifted the hem of Zhang Wen’s shirt to take a look as she approached the bed. Seeing she had no hostility, Zhang Wen didn’t stop her, so as not to appear weak.
“Tsk, this wound is nothing at all,” Maryan said casually. She turned and sat gracefully on the side of the bed, half-facing Zhang Wen, her face tilted from her shoulder, striking an unusually seductive pose. “You’re really a mystery to me. You clearly have immense strength, yet pretend to be only at the tenth tier.”
Zhang Wen smiled faintly, not giving any opinion. Slowly, he adjusted his clothes again, covering his wound. The wound had ointment Rofera had applied earlier. If Maryan looked closely, she might notice something.
Seeing Zhang Wen’s composed demeanor, Maryan narrowed her eyes, sniffing like a cat. “Hmm, there seems to be a familiar scent… Anyway, I came here to ask you, are you interested in cooperating with me?”
“Cooperating with me? Are you representing…”
“Of course, it’s purely personal,” Maryan naturally extended her arms around Zhang Wen’s neck, leaning in with a teasing breath. “You can tell I’m a woman of great strength. You’re also a man of great strength. I also have a chance to participate in the Southern Boundary Champion Contest. If we team up, don’t you think we’ll have a better chance…”
Zhang Wen’s heart stirred, looking at the woman before him. This woman had deeper schemes and… ambitions.
“What about your teacher, Omega?”
Zhang Wen asked indifferently.
Maryan smiled mysteriously, her lips approaching Zhang Wen’s ear, almost brushing against it as she whispered, “I have a secret about my teacher, but I can’t tell you now. Just cooperate with me to eliminate the other enemies, and I’ll naturally give you your share of the rewards.” She naturally flicked her tongue out, her sweet, moist tongue sliding over Zhang Wen’s sensitive ear, causing his body to tremble slightly.
Maryan was very confident. In terms of looks and temperament, she was no less than Rofera. If Rofera could gain Zhang Wen’s strong support and even change her teacher’s decision to exile her, then why couldn’t she?
From childhood, she had never been inferior to Rofera. No, she was even stronger than her! Whether in strength or in the art of conquering men!
This guy, Zhang Wen, had resisted both her and Gro’s combined efforts. His strength was at least very close to the transcendental tier, making him a valuable ally. With his strong support, even if they didn’t win the Southern Boundary Champion this time, it would still be highly beneficial with no drawbacks. Let alone the remaining resources and connections of the Ruby faction under Silver Fox Andre, which were an invaluable intangible asset. If she wanted to dominate a region in the future, she would definitely need such assistance.
Her lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. She slightly pulled away from Zhang Wen, her hands gently clinging to his neck, like a long-lost lover reunited, showing a mix of coquettishness and stubborn affection as she gazed at him.
“What do you think? If you’re willing, the benefits you’ll gain will be beyond your imagination—even I can be yours.” She said proudly, naturally placing a long, beautiful leg on Zhang Wen’s thigh.
At that moment, her voice, tone, and the look in her eyes all conveyed her deep feelings for Zhang Wen, like a girl who had been in love for a long time, shyly facing her lover. Zhang Wen had to admit that compared to Rofera, Maryan was more talented at acting.
He looked at her playfully, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, enjoying her performance.
In that very moment, the previously quiet wardrobe suddenly trembled slightly, and two faint, angry whispers came from within.
“Shameless!”
“What sound?!”
Maryan, who had been affectionate the previous second, immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. At the same time, Zhang Wen reacted instantly, his body springing forward to grab Maryan and forcefully pin her against the wall.
They both stood upright, the difference being that Zhang Wen’s left hand hooked Maryan’s right leg, his lower body tightly pressed against her abdomen, pinning her against the wall. His right hand held her left hand high against the wall.
The wardrobe was only about fifteen centimeters to their right. The room fell silent again, with only the heavy breathing of the two.
This posture brought their bodies extremely close, allowing each to feel the other’s body heat, scorching breath, and the inevitable physical contact and friction.
Maryan’s full, voluptuous breasts unavoidably pressed against Zhang Wen’s bare chest. Their noses were only about five centimeters apart, their eyes locked, their breaths mingling, their gazes fixed only on each other.
Maryan inwardly cursed. She hadn’t expected Zhang Wen to be so eager, so forcefully dominating her.
What would happen next? Would he force himself on her…?
Her earlobes slightly warmed. Although she had adopted a seductive posture, Maryan had never actually had a man before. This was the first time she had been in such close contact with a man. Her heartbeat quickened slightly.
At this moment, her attention was successfully drawn by Zhang Wen, and she had already overlooked some other details.
Though slightly annoyed, Maryan still narrowed her eyes, which sparkled like crescent moons, and challenged him by proudly lifting her ample bosom, licking her lips. “If you dare, just take me. But once you’ve had your way with me, don’t think you can escape. You’ll have to do whatever I say…”
She smiled faintly, extending her snowy white right hand to gently caress Zhang Wen’s cheek. “I love strong, masculine men the most…” Her hand slid from his face down to his chest, gently stroking and circling his pectoral muscles, then continued downward past his waist, only to be grabbed by him before reaching his crotch.
A satisfied smile curled Maryan’s lips: she knew men were all the same—eager when denied, but hesitant when given too much. But this thought only lasted a moment before she felt Zhang Wen’s passionate response from below. A burning, awkward sensation instantly surged from her abdomen up to her cheeks and even her pale, ivory earlobes.
The electric sensation stimulated the most sensitive part of her body, instantly making Maryan’s body tremble.
What was this feeling? It felt as if countless tiny ants were crawling all over her body, creating an itching, empty sensation from that most shameful place!
Her breathing quickened. Her heart pounded, causing her chest to rise and fall continuously.
Zhang Wen’s bright eyes stared at her, his eyes faintly burning with desire.
The wardrobe trembled slightly again.
At this awkward and dangerous moment, suddenly, several voices came from outside the room, both male and female.
“I wonder if Zhang Wen is back yet? He should be safe after going to see Thunder God Omega, right?”
“The door to the room is open. He should be back.”
Maryan’s pupils shrank. She suddenly pushed Zhang Wen away and casually smiled. “I’ll hide for now. We can continue talking later.” She said, reaching out to open the wardrobe door and spinning into it in one fluid motion.
The wardrobe! Again the wardrobe! How come all these girls kept rushing into it one after another, as if they were competing to be reborn!
“…” Zhang Wen was speechless, his head covered in black lines.
Before he could think further, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Joliet, Eniel, Batenping, Kai, Si, and others entered one after another.
“Zhang Wen, you’re back? Did anything happen?”
Seeing Zhang Wen, Joliet was still a bit shy, but Eniel acted very naturally.
“The Star Moon is about to land. We need to prepare for the second phase of the test.” Eniel said, suddenly stopping as she suspiciously sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?”
It was the different fragrances of several women, especially Maryan, who carried a peculiar lily scent.
Before Zhang Wen could explain anything, the wardrobe beside him suddenly shook violently.
“Rofera, it’s you!”
“Maryan, how shameless of you!”
“Likewise! Didn’t expect you to be hiding in his wardrobe!”
“What’s your relationship with him?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“You two, stop arguing! All of you, get out!”
Several sharp cries came from the wardrobe. Joliet, Eniel, and the others all stared in disbelief.
What… was going on? Was there a group of women in the wardrobe?
“Crack! Crack!” The poor wardrobe, like an old man suffering from a severe illness, shook and groaned violently. Soon, under everyone’s stunned gazes, it exploded into countless wooden splinters.
Then the three women tumbled out from the debris.
Liria, the half-naked maid, Maryan, covered in dust, and Rofera, with a dark expression.
Joliet and Eniel’s gazes turned sharply to Zhang Wen.
This scoundrel, when had he become so adept at seducing women… hiding three in a wardrobe!
In the awkward atmosphere, only Batenping silently gave Zhang Wen a thumbs-up and smiled.
…
The Infinite Arena, one of the 842 islands, the Mithril Island under Hassan’s name became the location for the second phase of the test.
The test content was simple: survive on the island for a day, and those who could safely return to the Star Moon the next morning would be declared victorious.
It sounded quite good, but those who knew the truth couldn’t help but feel uneasy. The simpler the task, the harder it was to pass, because it couldn’t be solved by intelligence or skill, meaning it required absolute power! Only those with true strength could hope to pass this challenge!
This stage of the test would definitely require more effort from Hassan than the first round, because the opponents he brought were not just random riffraff, but rather experts and even rulers of the Unlimited Arena!
One must realize that even the Thunder God Omega was merely one of many rulers in the Unlimited Arena.
Just thinking about the reputation and strength of the Unlimited Arena’s rulers sent chills down many people’s necks.
However, having come this far, there was absolutely no reason to retreat now.
All-out effort was the only option!
Zhang Wen walked down from the Xingyue vessel along with numerous other candidates. Some of them he recognized, but most were unfamiliar faces. Due to the previous incident, Elniel and Jaret were somewhat jealous, intentionally keeping their distance along with their followers—including Kakutou Hei—hoping that Zhang Wen would take the initiative to apologize.
Zhang Wen, naturally, didn’t care. With Kakutou Hei providing protection, their safety should be fine, and separating actually worked better. Based on Zhang Wen’s deduction, he had likely already drawn the attention of certain factions. The previous assassination attempt was proof enough.
Whether he had become an obstacle for someone or was targeted by someone under the Black Viscount, staying with them would only bring greater danger.
With his own speed and a bit of vigilance, he should be able to avoid major problems.
Zhang Wen exhaled deeply and followed the crowd, along with the blue-robed guide Anthony and Maryan, heading deeper into the island toward the ancient forest.
There, everyone would endure a 24-hour survival challenge.
…
On the Xingyue vessel, in a hidden and unnoticed corner, two black-cloaked figures watched through the porthole as the candidates filed out one by one.
“Zhang Wen has disembarked.”
“Everything’s ready?”
“Don’t worry, absolutely no problem. What’s waiting for him is a special reception.”
“Heh, all of you are going after the reputation of Silver Fox Andre, right? Even if Andre is the sixth-ranked ruler… I hope he’ll enjoy the feast we’ve prepared for him.”
A sinister laughter followed, signaling that a conspiracy had already targeted Zhang Wen. Unfortunately, he remained completely unaware.
…
The mysterious young man was the last to step off the Xingyue vessel. His deep, cold gaze swept over the Thunder God Omega ahead, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes flared with a spark of fanaticism.
…
As soon as all the candidates entered this primeval forest, they immediately scattered. Within this vast woodland, such a small number of people were like mercury spreading into every crevice, vanishing from sight in an instant.
The primeval forest was unexpectedly immense. Zhang Wen trudged through thick layers of dead leaves up to his calves, walking unevenly through the dimly lit woods. The time was evening, meaning he had until the next evening to ensure his survival.
Who could predict what kind of dangers awaited within this forest? Yet as Zhang Wen gazed at the endless expanse of trees, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Dark green vegetation, having grown for countless years, blanketed the surface of the earth. The dry, decaying leaves crunched underfoot, exuding a damp, moldy smell mingled with the pungency of grass, trees, and soil that invaded his nose. Looking up at the sky, the massive canopy overhead blocked most of the view, with only a few thin rays of orange-red sunlight filtering through the branches to prove it was still daytime.
Zhang Wen felt as though this forest harbored a certain kind of mental energy—an ability rumored to alter the “laws” of nature. The further he walked into the forest, the heavier his steps became, as if the gravity here was completely different from the outside world—easily twice as strong, and increasing steadily the deeper he ventured.
At the same time, the air was unusually thin, almost like the highland regions of his previous life on Earth.
How could this be? It was supposedly just a deserted island.
Unable to figure it out, Zhang Wen had no choice but to continue forward. His immediate priority was to find some wild beasts for food tonight—he couldn’t afford to go hungry.
Above the treetops, a pair of half-closed eyes watched Zhang Wen coldly and cunningly.
From between the branches, the eyes followed Zhang Wen as he trudged forward unevenly. A faint, almost imperceptible killing intent seeped out with a suppressed breath.
Zhang Wen instinctively twitched his ear, his body suddenly spinning around, his right hand already summoning his longsword.
At the same moment, a massive dark shadow lunged down with hurricane force.
Zhang Wen reacted swiftly, his body lightning-fast as he leapt backward to evade the attack’s edge. At the same time, his longsword slashed a silver arc of battle energy straight toward the enemy above. In such a moment, any complicated techniques were useless—only instinctively unleashing his power upon the first reaction could save him.
“Roar!” Zhang Wen’s sword, glowing with silver battle energy, struck the shadow. Unexpectedly, the indestructible energy failed to pierce through—the sword tip barely pierced half an inch before sliding off like against a layer of grease.
The dark shadow let out a deafening roar. Taking advantage of Zhang Wen’s momentary hesitation, it slammed a paw against the blade, sending the sword flying. Fortunately, Zhang Wen was fast. He ducked, rolled, and narrowly avoided the deadly strike that could have torn his head off!
A whirlwind surged, and the dry leaves exploded with a dull “boom” under the beast’s impact, countless fragments igniting into flames and turning into drifting ash. The enemy’s aura was terrifying.
Zhang Wen steadied himself, maintaining a stance ready for both offense and defense, finally getting a clear look at his opponent.
It was a gigantic… black panther!
Calling it a black panther didn’t seem quite right, because this creature had two blood-red, yellow-tipped fangs protruding more than twenty centimeters from its upper jaw. Additionally, it had a curved horn atop its head and a pair of flesh-like wings on its back, giving it a bizarre, chimeric appearance.
Zhang Wen had been in the Empire for quite some time but had never seen such a strange creature before—its name was unknown to him.
But the creature’s size was simply excessive. It was as large as the biggest feline he could remember from his past life—the tiger.
Not only that, its fur was as smooth and glossy as silk. The sword strike he had delivered earlier had actually been deflected by its hide. Its defensive capabilities were truly astonishing.
Zhang Wen glanced at his sword lying a short distance away on the grass. Without mental energy sustaining it, it had reverted to its raw form—Mental Steel. He needed to find an opportunity to retrieve his weapon. Fighting this monster barehanded would be far less advantageous.
Without hesitation, Zhang Wen’s shoulder twitched, his speed suddenly exploding. His figure left a residual afterimage in place as his real body dashed toward the Mental Steel five meters away.
Under normal circumstances, this maneuver would pose no problem for Zhang Wen. However, within this strange primeval forest, the double gravity and thin air had already significantly hindered his movements. Achieving this level of speed was already his limit.
But the beast was even faster—an almost supernatural reaction to danger. With a roar, the black panther pounced. Ten meters was nothing more than a single leap for it.
Most terrifyingly, its explosive power resembled a leopard’s, yet its striking posture was like a tiger’s. Both paws struck toward Zhang Wen’s body, their claws extending half a meter beyond razor-sharp nails.
Judging from the explosive power of the pounce and the blood-stained claws, Zhang Wen had no doubt—his flesh would be shredded under those talons!
In this split second, a decision had to be made. The Spring Water Technique was characterized by speed, agility, and versatility. In a flash, Zhang Wen bent his waist sharply and leaned backward almost to the ground, narrowly evading the beast’s deadly lunge. At the same time, his right foot lashed upward like a sheathed razor.
Though the Spring Water Technique primarily focused on swordsmanship, Zhang Wen’s memories from his past life encompassed far more than just swordplay! This kick was something he had once seen on TV—an attack used by a French fighter in an unregulated martial arts match, said to represent the essence of French kickboxing.
Zhang Wen didn’t dwell on such details. He only knew that with a twist of his waist and a snap of his kick, all his explosive strength focused into the tip of his foot.
Battle energy gathered at his foot, a spot not commonly used as a weapon, but executing this move was no problem for his Spring Water Technique.
The tip of his foot erupted with brilliant silver light.
“Shiuu!” As the panther lunged past him, Zhang Wen’s foot carved a fierce bloody gash along its soft underbelly.
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